So Why Not Save Someone You Love?

Some pencil neck, bean counting, corporate waste bucket bureaucrat walking up to a doctor of Veterinary medicine and actually asking that she participate in an X-ray quota for her beloved little patients?

Well that is the story Dr. Gia tells.

She was shocked, revolted and enraged.

She immediately quit that establishment and is now applying for a grant to help bootstrap her own Veterinary Care Center “Green Paws” in La Grange, IL.

A vote for her and her colleagues is a vote against corporate conglomerates that participate in unethical treatment of our pets for profit.

This post is to help raise awareness for pet owners on the importance of selecting a reputable pet care facility but also I am writing because Dr. Gia isn’t just any Veterinarian; she’s my sister.

I know how she thinks and feels. I know intimately how stunned and completely infuriated she was when this request was made of her.

She thought it was unfathomable that a corporate board, much less any human being could even imagine they could direct a doctor to participate in an activity which could be deemed harmful to her patients for profit or any other reason.

Through her story I think we all need to understand that no matter where we are in the world, this type of mindset can exist.

Some physicists believe that they have discovered a structure to the space time manifold. And according to them, this structure actually records information as we travel through space in a vortex of angular moment created by our orbit.

Not only that but we have access to this information like a gigantic celestial hard drive.

For years we collectively stamped millions of thoughts of empathy and caring as Jerry Lewis hosted the MDA Telethon, on a great cosmic score of sheet music which trails behind our planet as we travel forward.

These millions and millions of thoughts of compassion are imprinted on the fabric of space and time as we orbit through our galaxy and though the Universe, according to the current physics model.

Below is a Google Trends analysis which is proof this rhythm and it’s intensity existed.

Google Trends

The blue line is the keyword search term ‘Jerry Lewis’, the red line ‘Muscular Dystrophy’ and at the very bottom the yellow line is the name of a company called Youngevity which sells medical nutrition. You can see turbulence in the yellow Youngevity line at right around the red letter G which is a news article about the departure of Lewis from the MDA Telethon.

In the below video at around 49:00 Todd Harrison who was diagnosed with muscular Dystrophy says

I had been documenting my progress extensively over the past three months showing unbelievable progress in such a short time. You can see all those improvement in my recently released documentary called Defying Muscular Dystrophy The Truth.And I can just tell you all that it feels absolutely incredible to beat a disease when modern medicine is light years away from showing this kind of improvement anywhere.”

At around 29:00 Dr. Wallach tells a story ending with “And he (Jerry Lewis ) apparently told them (muscular dystrophy foundation medical research committee) ‘Look I helped you raise a billion dollars for research for muscular dystrophy and we haven’t really gotten alot of progress if you ‘ll look at his stuff and tell me theirs noting to it I won’t bring it up again. But I don’t want you to dismiss it until you at least look at it.’ and he (Lewis) says ‘I insist.’

And so they fired Jerry Lewis. They fired Jerry Lewis because he wanted them to look at something that they (MDA) hadn’t done.

Below is the analytic’s section of my WordPress blog. This represents all the organic search traffic that I have been getting from the keywords above in the Google Trends chart.

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They say when you support and promote the structure and function of the human body with 90 essential nutrients, miracles happen.

We’ve cured over 900 diseases in animals with medical nutrition. So why not use the same science based, clinically verified findings for humans?

Why? Because it’s all about the money.

I believe when the yellow, blue and red lines lines in the Google Trends chart touch, the celestial score of compassion and empathy stamped by millions and millions of us on the fabric of space of time will light up like a Christmas tree and explode forward.

This unity of mind and empathy over space and time will combine with our knowledge of medical nutrition to blaze a trail like a giant celestial Santa Claus giving gifts of health and eradicating disease.

This will cause the downfall of the current tyrannical drug dealing monopoly which is the number one cause of death and bankruptcy in America.

The overthrow of all oppression and tyranny will follow as good people fill each cell to the brim with essential nutrients and boundless energy. Wickedness will be no match for the good as we will be stronger, think better and overwhelm the inferior energy of evil and malevolence

And a New Age of Health and Enlightenment will follow the likes of which Humanity has never known.

I wrote a short book. Below is an excerpt. Our brains are wired for storytelling so I am attempting to bring emotion and drama into the subject of Medical Nutrition through this fictional dramatization.

I can tell by the ‘Stats’ section of WordPress.com that there is a hunger for a discussion and dialog about Muscular Dystrophy and the disappearance of Jerry Lewis from the Telethon. I am getting search traffic from all over the world without any optimization on my part what so ever.

Chapter 1 – The Cure

He felt a hard, open emptiness, the feeling that comes and grows with the death of a loved one.

All he kept thinking was “I’m too old for this. I’m too old for this. ”

He wasn’t listening anymore. He heard everything he needed to hear. He was trying to keep what had just hit from shredding him by holding the fragments of the past silent, while resisting thoughts of the future.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He had it all choreographed in his head.

6-5-4- up audio, take camera 1, cue talent. It’s Showtime!

He would do an opening number, then tell the live audience and the viewers around the world that he was leaving. This was his last time. He would wait for a gasp of disbelief to ripple through the crowd.

That was the cue.

Spotlights would slow fade in on the life-sized posters on the stage of children in wheelchairs behind him.

He had the sequence down in his head. Timing was everything.

“Because, you know why? You know why this is my last time? Because, we found the CURE!”

Cue orchestra.

The kids that were cured were standing up, hiding behind the posters. When the orchestra swell peaked and the horn section fired away that was their cue to burst through the paper. He’d made sure they nailed it in rehearsal. The spotlights would follow as they did a little dance number that involved lots of movement around the stage.

After you grab their attention, you can keep them there for a while.

Hold for applause. Who knows that might take 5, 10, 20 minutes

That’s when he would introduce the medical expert who discovered the cure. Do a quick Q&A, video montage, Q&A, more music numbers with the kids and then the fund raising would start.

But this time it would be for providing the cure to the children in need, not looking for one. The association would get a cut for the administration. Kids that were in wheelchairs would be walking again and he would go down in history as the guy that helped find the cure. A win, win, win, win, win!

He was literally fine tuning the performance in his head the night before.

But last night felt like a wicked game life played as his dreams were now light years away.

“You know who runs the show. Me. I do. And do you wanna know something else? Look at me. Look at me! You’re fired a##hole! Did you hear that? You’re f#&king fired! You are history!!!”

There were times that the year came around too fast when he didn’t feel he had it in him. Too tired. Too drained. Life happens. But once he got there–the stagehands, cameramen, lighting and audio guys–it was like a family. Once he saw that red light pop on, the adrenaline kicked in and he was unstoppable. But father time, begging for attention, had made getting to that launch pad more and more difficult.

That’s why this cure, right now, was God sent. It was a validation of everything. It affirmed what he believed about himself, the country he loved and the values his parents taught him.

He heard once that American Indians have a saying: If you heal something in your spirit, you heal it for your ancestors seven generations ahead and seven generations behind.

He’d be healing his spirit alright and healing thousands of kids as well. Maybe he’d someday look down from Heaven with Mother and Father to see them unveiling a statue in commemoration. The cure would render all past mistakes null and void. This meant a book deal, possibly a documentary. He would no longer be remembered as the zany, goofball comedian with a big heart. He’d be seen as a man of stature and determination.

So many ups and downs, so many regrets, yet so much magic, triumph and joy. His life’s work would culminate in this very moment. When he thought about it he felt young again like a kid. He wasn’t too old for this.

But right now he was living the impossible and to his surprise, at his age, he was taking it like a man. Because the fact was, he wasn’t too old for this either.

“Did you hear me? You know, you and that so called expert you’re so excited about are both sad, washed up fu#&ing clowns,

‘Now, that one’s a zinger.’ he thought.

“We did the research. He was fired from every real job he ever had and now you can join him.”

‘Zinga-dinga-do.’

“OK, now you listen up and get this through your head. We will destroy you. We will take everything you fu#&ing have. We will take everything you ever have made in your life and send you to an early grave.”

A smirk quirked it’s way in, ‘These guys are scared.’

He had thought about Oprah, The View. You know, the daytime talk circuit that never called. They’d only ring if some ancient film legend kicks the bucket for a nostalgia piece. But there he would be with his guy, the medical expert that sent him the case studies. He’d show up with the kids they had cured. There were hundreds to choose from. But there was one problem.

His guy was a heretic. He wasn’t an expert in any particular disease. He was a radical non-believer. Together, they would be blaspheming a medical religion that took 100 years to build and now takes in 1.2 trillion dollars a year. After Prohibition ended Mob guys used to say “Hey, we need to find the new booze!” The Military Industrial Complex at 400 billion a year is pocket change. Pharmaceuticals are the new booze.

What this cure represented was a full frontal assault on the Medical Doctor and their beloved drug culture. It had the potential to rock the Healthcare industry to its knees with a fundamental shift in how we think and treat disease. And if you were primetime, talking to these guys was a akin to bathing your talk show host career in hot, boiling oil.

It was a scene from the movie Scarface played sideways, “Remember those tickets you wanted me to get for you Mel? Remember? Well, here’s two tickets to the resurrection. BANG! BANG!”

“Here’s some tickets. You’re going on a cruise. Take whoever you want.”

He tried to stay focused. ‘They call this a meeting? This is a shakedown, an assassination. If I could only put this into a script…’ His mind whirled and eyes darted.

“Remember! ONE word? ONE fu#&ing word! You signed a non-disclosure agreement.”

Because they knew what he didn’t.

There was no new cocktail or drug therapy offered here. It was science-based, clinically verified information showing that this entire 1.2 trillion dollar Healthcare monopoly was a complete and total sham.

This was the beginning of the end. So when this cure was presented to him, none of the big picture crossed his mind. None of it mattered really. These were his kids. They bore his name. They are in wheelchairs, for Christ sake. These medical experts were giving him hundreds of case studies where under their care these children would stand up and walk after being severely handicapped for years.

‘OK. No brainer.’ He figured ‘Let’s verify these findings and I’ll make an announcement live on the air.’

But by the ferocity of the attack he knew he had hit a nerve, he’d struck devil’s gold. Something he never imagined in a million years was happening. They were choosing to keep little kids in wheelchairs rather than to investigate a cure that would make them lose money.

He would emotionally deal with all of that later. That’s what was nice about being his age. What he didn’t like was having to monitor whether the shock was going to make him collapse on the floor or not.

But now that was beginning to pass.

He stared deep and looked at them hard.

It all made sense now.

He always felt that they were insincere in some way with their phony laughter.

He thought that these guys were just insecure, not ‘people’ people, out of their element, nerds.

That’s where he came in.

But he looked at their suits and ties and stared at their shoes.

These men came dressed to kill.

They were not awkward benevolent despots.

These were power hungry, bottom feeding, scumbag, jerk-offs from Hell.

And they were ruling over a kingdom that took half a lifetime to build.

His lifetime.

“Two billion dollars.” Under his breath. “Two billion dollars.”

He looked at them one last time before closing the door. ‘I should fashion a whip and chase them out of the temple…’

One day I had an epiphany. Paris is renowned for it’s ancient Christian Cathedrals. But what people never tell you is you can’t walk 2 blocks without tripping over a pharmacy and it’s neon green cross. I learned recently that the French are number one in the world when it comes to pill popping. Pas possible! And then, the clouds parted, the angels sung and it became crystal clear to me how Socialized Medicine was used to completely domesticate the French and much of Europe after WWII the way Charlemagne used Christianity to conquer what was left after the Fall of the Roman Empire.

Same cross. Different Day.

Imagine it’s 774 AD and there is the 6’3″ German born, blonde hair, blue-eyed Charlemagne with Pope Hadrian sporting one of those goofy ‘I’m important’ hats by his side.

I remember the vaporizer. I used to put my hand in front of it and watch the small perfect circles of mist accumulate.

I remember the heaviness of those nights and how my Mom and Dad would eventually make the decision to take my brother to the hospital.

“He’s been hospitalized 16 times in 18 months.” I would hear my mom say sometimes.

Once a doctor shot my brother up with an injection that contained peanut oil which sent him into a severe attack.

They were digging into his arms and then into his groin with knives and needles to find a major vein to determine how much oxygen he had in his blood.

While he lay there with lips blue and crying.

My mother eventually freaked and threw the doctors out of the room and started pounding on desks and grabbing nurses and demanding they contact or wake up every specialist on the planet this minute.

Her son, my brother was suffocating.

One eventually came and shot my brother up with some adrenaline cocktail sans the peanut oil.

We dodged a bullet that day.

But not really.

The Asthma attacks continued for years.

Throughout his childhood.

Throughout our childhood.

The doctors seemed to only have three moves; Cortisone, the Inhaler, and when it got bad, Adrenaline.

Useless fucking idiots.

In later life my mother struggled with panic attacks and sever depression.

If fact we have all had bouts of some horrific chronic disease.

Today, I know why.

My 3 year old daughter gets a runny nose and I lose my mind.

How my mother and father lived through those years I will never know.

To know that because of the work and passion of Dr. Wallach, Dr. Glidden and Pharmacist Ben Fuchs my daughter will never suffer the way my family and I have suffered; to know that Asthma is not genetic; to know it is a simple nutrient deficiency; to know that my daughter will never be at the mercy of drug dealing, misinformed MD morons as long as I am alive is a feeling of such deep gratitude, words can’t describe, really.

When I heard Dr. Wallach tell the story that he found the cause, prevention and cure for Muscular Dystrophy, gave the info to Jerry Lewis and then Lewis got fired for presenting the truth quite frankly, I got really pissed off.

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I’ve always respected Jerry Lewis and his fundraising efforts but had a difficult time watching his MDS Telethons.

The site of those poor kids in wheelchairs was sometimes too much for me to take.

Chronic disease didn’t run in my family it galloped.

My grandmother had severe arthritis.

My brother almost died from being an asthmatic when he was a child.

Later on my sister and mother were diagnosed with a host of chronic diseases including cancer.

The mother of my daughter suffered through chemotherapy 3 times.

I had some horrible degenerative spinal thing going on for decades.

I know the horrors of chronic disease when it comes knocking on the door at home.

When I heard Dr. Wallach tell the story where he found the cause, prevention and cure for Muscular Dystrophy, gave the info to Jerry Lewis and then Lewis got fired for presenting the truth quite frankly, I got pissed off.

This year I went on Facebook, found MDS website, ABC and the presenters like Ryan Seacrest and Paula Abdul, posted this post and asked everyone not to participate.

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The above screenshot is of the analytics section of this site at WordPress.com. People who had entered the ‘search terms’ in the screen shot read the articles about MDS and Jerry Lewis just after the telethon.

To think that maybe one kid will get up out of a wheelchair someday because of reading about the discoveries of Dr. Wallach from my little blog makes me feel like a million bucks!

My site has only been up for a few weeks. Incredible!

I’m thinking about putting together a video series on the ease and power of using WordPress.com. It is the best kept secret of the Internet.

It’s unbelievably robust, you can hook it directly into your social media accounts, and best of all it’s free.

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